The CEO admires the strong? I have been able to breathe independently since I was a child

Why should I endure it? Why should I endure it?

If he bites now, both will suffer losses. Even if his temple is burst, he will drag the wild dog in front of him to die together the next moment when adrenaline rushes to his head!

The sharp fangs scratched Cass's skin. His eyes changed slightly and he slapped Li'er hard.

The moment he let go, Cass covered his crotch tightly.

Blood slid from the corner of Lear's mouth, and the next second he rushed forward, but was held down by the translator.

"Fuck you, you idiot! He has a gun! It doesn't matter if you die, but I still want to live!!!"

"You are in cahoots with him! I will never trust you again! If I kill this bitch, you will die too!!" Lear struggled, and his scalp was torn open by the translator.

The translator's face was distorted, and his arms were covered with scratches from Lear. His flesh was torn and bleeding.

He let go of his hand, rolled neatly on the ground, and hid in the cover in the corner.

While running for his life, he tried to persuade her kindly, "Stubborn bastard, the time has not come yet, the time has not come yet!"

No one stopped him, and Lear leaped up and pounced on Cass, determined to bite his throat open!

The disheveled Cass, without even pulling up his pants, quickly fired two shots at Lear to avoid being attacked.

Lear screamed.

Because the distance was close and he was already on guard, he was not hit in a fatal area, but he still couldn't help but take two steps back.

No one is not afraid of death. He still wants to live. He could have lived a good life, but it was all ruined by others!

Under the stimulation, Lear's mind suddenly flashed back to the Dean's instructions all night long -

"Stop causing trouble. Listen to what your Dalang said. I couldn't bear to lock you up for so many years. Someone did something evil and made you suffer. Just live well and give me face."

"Why do you want us to follow Dalang? She looks so busy and has no time to take us."

"Hey... you're just working for someone else, so it's not up to her to make the decision. If there's anything you can't handle, come back and find help. Remember to protect your Dalang."

"Da Lang is so strong, she doesn't need our protection. We're lucky she didn't beat us to death when she went crazy."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll buy you strawberries when I get back. Buy a whole cart."

He still remembered that the dean looked extremely serious at the time, and it seemed that he was really willing to buy a cart of strawberries after being frugal all his life.

However, I’m afraid this strawberry…is inedible.

Lear covered his chest, staggered to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

I have been given a lot of strange medicines these past two days, and I am becoming weaker and weaker, and I have no strength.

There was only a blur in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see Cass's position at all.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!” Cass pulled up his pants and walked step by step to Li Er, sat down on his chest, and put the gun to his forehead again, “You are too young to fight with me.

I spared your life out of kindness, but you just don't appreciate it. So I have no choice but to torture you slowly until you die!"

After a pause, he shouted, "Someone come!"

Several dark shadows appeared silently from the darkness. They looked ghostly and their skills seemed quite impressive.

"Give me the maximum dose of the newly arrived reagent! I want him to crawl in front of me like a dog! From now on, every time he gets addicted to drugs, he can only think of begging me!!"

In a short while, the drugs were brought up.

Lear's face showed fear, and he kept backing away. He was pulled over by several people and forced onto the table, with his mouth covered tightly.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.

The potion in the injection was quickly pushed into Lear's body, and he gradually became calm from being manic, with his eyes blurred and lifeless.

Like all drug addicts, sometimes laughing, sometimes murmuring, sometimes crazy, sometimes silent.

The subordinate asked, "Do you want to beat the man we just arrested today?"

"What the hell! Damn it! Is he worthy enough to hit my stuff!?"

The translator closed his eyes in pain.

My goodness, he doesn't care about his own life and lets others do it. This super drug lord is really inhumane.

"What do you mean by closing your eyes?"

The translator's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Cass who was gradually approaching, a little confused.

"You are suspicious." Cass took out a gun and was about to put it to his head, but unexpectedly the other party knelt down and kowtowed twice.

"God, please spare me. I'm the only proper translator around here. How are you going to flirt with your little darling husband without me?"

Cas narrowed his eyes.

The translator was stunned for a moment, then stood up and knelt gently, "I'm sorry, I knocked too loudly and disturbed you.

This little man speaks with an accent, and ordinary translators can't understand him at all. Only a genius like me can translate word for word. Are you sure... you want to shoot me?"

Cass stepped on his shoulder, and with a little force, the man fell to the ground.

"As timid as a cockroach."

"Hehe..." The translator laughed twice ingratiatingly, raised his sandbag-sized fist and punched himself unconscious.

“… Pull them all down.”

The men under him responded, stuffed the man into a cage and carried him away.

Soon, the underground casino returned to calm.

Cass threw the gun on the table, sat in the chair and looked up at the crystal chandelier above his head, rubbing his thumb and index finger unconsciously, as if savoring the taste of the cigar.

After an unknown amount of time, someone whispered in the dark, "There are people on the road, a man and a woman."

Cass paused, then burst into laughter. "Alright! Let's proceed as planned. I'm going to make sure they... never come back!"

There are no permanent enemies, only permanent benefits.

He casually glanced at the settlement agreement on the table. The content was encrypted in dialect so that only he could understand it.

My finger unconsciously placed on the signature - a bright D.

No one would have expected that the leader of the world's top killer organization would be a yellow man.

Still a little kid.

It's ridiculous!

Dietrich wasn't trustworthy, but he was willing to give it a try if it would achieve his goal.

The feud between Cass and Li He started several years ago.

At that time, Li He was seventeen years old. He needed to constantly carry out tasks assigned by the killer organization system to improve his prestige so that he could eventually sit in a high position and overthrow the top leader.

The people in the killer organization are the most inhumane. Strength is paramount and they obey whoever is stronger.

As one of the most famous gangs in City A, making the gang suffer a defeat seems to have become the default mission of the killer organization.

Drug lords are treated the same way.

The goods were robbed and people were killed. In the three-way melee, Cass's wife was shot in the head and died on the spot.

Including his unborn child.

He had always held a grudge, and in order to seek revenge, he treated the members of the killer organization as his blood enemies and killed them one by one.

Over the years, because of this obsession, he became more and more perverted. By the time he became the leader of the gang, he had already gone mad.

"Codename One, you're dead!"